"Not bad at all. The spiritual energy in this so-called Divine Realm is remarkably dense, and the laws here are far more robust than those on the Purple Star Continent. Truly worthy of being called a pseudo-immortal realm!"
Chen Yi couldn't help but marvel as his external avatar drifted like a ghost across the skies of the Divine Realm. Eventually, it came to a halt before a grand white jade palace, his expression turning solemn.
"The source of immortal essence is actually sealed inside here? Seems like I’ll have to make a move after all."
If possible, he would have preferred to avoid conflict with the local overlord. After all, this was their territory, and pushing them too far might provoke the Heavenly Dao into a frenzy, leaving him with nothing.
But there was no choice. If you wanted to steal food from someone else’s bowl, you had to subdue them first—otherwise, they’d bare their fangs and guard their meal fiercely.
The key was striking the right balance—both deceiving the Heavenly Dao’s perception and persuading the master of this celestial palace.
Hopefully, the ruler of this Divine Realm would be reasonable. Otherwise, things might end badly for everyone.
Having made up his mind, Chen Yi quietly infiltrated the resplendent celestial palace.
However, plans rarely survive contact with reality. The moment he reached the core area, a series of… unusual sounds reached his ears.
"Oh? Having fun, are we? Quite the lively scene..."
Chen Yi’s expression turned peculiar as he observed the vigorously shaking bed at the center of the chamber. Confirming that the palace’s master was thoroughly engrossed—his awareness of the outside world at its lowest—Chen Yi silently floated past without so much as a ripple.
No need to disturb someone in the middle of their… enjoyment. He was just here to take something.
The journey was smooth, and he soon found what he sought—the source of immortal essence for this realm.
It was a square pool, ten feet across, filled with misty immortal liquid, the rarest of treasures in the mortal world!
"Now this is a treasure. Heh heh..."
Chen Yi’s eyes gleamed with desire.
Meanwhile…
The God of Light was vigorously bestowing his "sacred baptism" upon a pure-looking Six-Winged Angel, while a seductive succubus worked hard to create a sense of… momentum. The gilded curtains of the bedchamber swayed with passionate fervor.
Then—
He shuddered violently, his body stiffening as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
"My Lord… have you finished? I can feel your divine power..." the Six-Winged Angel murmured, her eyes hazy with pleasure.
The God of Light said nothing. Instead, he rose with a grave expression, dressed swiftly, and stormed out of the chamber.
Just moments ago, in the midst of his… activities, he had sensed the soul imprint in the celestial pool being disturbed.
At the same time, the Heavenly Dao had sent him a warning—a foreign demon had infiltrated the Divine Realm, and he was to hunt it down immediately!
For the Heavenly Dao to react so severely, this intruder was no ordinary foe!
That strange fluctuation he had sensed earlier must have been this "Outer Realm Demon’s" doing. He had been careless, failing to investigate immediately, allowing the intruder to seize the opportunity.
As these thoughts raced through his mind, he arrived at the celestial pool—the very foundation of his divinity, something no one was permitted to touch!
Yet there, hovering above the sacred waters, was a young man in dark blue Daoist robes, sleeves wide open as he relentlessly siphoned away the divine essence!
"AAAAAH!!!"
"Damnable Outer Realm Demon! STOP THIS AT ONCE!!!"
The God of Light’s eyes nearly burst from fury. Seeing the pool nearly drained, he summoned a black energy-wreathed spear and charged forward in a rage.
"Perfect timing!"
On his end, Chen Yi had just scraped the last drop of immortal liquid from the pool. With nothing left to hold him back, he turned and threw a punch!
BOOM!!!
The shockwave from their clash obliterated everything within a hundred-mile radius, reducing all matter to nothingness.
The terrifying energy reverberated throughout the Divine Realm. Countless female angels and succubi took flight in terror, trembling as they stared toward the celestial pool.
"Eep…"
"Who dares fight our Lord?"
"He’s even been forced to reveal his Divine-Demon true form!"
"One thought, divine or demonic—none can rival him! Whoever it is, they shall perish by our Lord’s hand!"
Back at the celestial pool…
One of Chen Yi’s external avatar’s arms had already been shattered. Fighting a pseudo-immortal with 1.2 billion combat power using just 900 million was pushing it.
The chat group system’s combat evaluations were indeed precise—this external avatar of his truly couldn’t defeat an opponent with higher combat power.
Yet Chen Yi showed no fear. Instead, he retrieved two purple orbs from his sleeve.
As the saying went, a dragon should not provoke a snake in its own den.
But a true dragon wouldn’t cross the river if it weren’t fierce!
Chen Yi even had the leisure to study the God of Light’s appearance. "That half-black, half-white look of yours reminds me of an old acquaintance. Tell me, is your name Li Xin?"
The God of Light had no idea what nonsense this intruder was spouting. Seeing the two purple orbs in his hands and sensing the sudden shift in aura, he raised his demonic spear and roared:
"Enough talk, Outer Realm Demon! Return what is mine, or DIE!"
How boring. Chen Yi shrugged. "Yours? Call out to it—see if it answers!"
HUM—
Space trembled once more!
The God of Light was never one for idle chatter. He thrust his spear forward with lethal intent.
Plop.
A sound like a droplet falling into water echoed as Chen Yi raised the two purple orbs. A bizarre ripple spread, freezing the surrounding space as if time itself had stopped.
The God of Light, mid-charge in his Divine-Demon form, was locked in place, his demonic spear wreathed in black flames but unable to advance another inch.
"Merge!"
Chen Yi uttered a single word. The two purple orbs erupted with radiant light, and two more external avatars materialized!
In the next instant—
The three one-star Chen Yi avatars fused, transcending into a single two-star Chen Yi avatar!
A one-star avatar possessed only 30% of his true power, but a two-star avatar surged to 40%. According to the chat group system, his combat power skyrocketed to 3 billion in an instant!
At Chen Yi’s level of cultivation, with heavenly tribulations suppressing him from above and the world unable to bear his full power below, he had no choice but to disperse his strength.
This meant every fractional increase in power was exponential—the difference between 30% and 40% was vast, but not surprising.
For the God of Light, however, it was a brutal wake-up call!
What in the—?!
How did this Outer Realm Demon suddenly become so terrifying?!
His fury deflated like a punctured balloon.
If you had this trick up your sleeve, why didn’t you say so earlier?!
Had I known, would I have dared to resist?!
If you wanted the divine essence, all you had to do was ask! Did you really have to go this far?!
Just as regret consumed him—
BOOOOM!!!
The heavens split with a deafening roar as dark clouds churned into existence.
The Heavenly Dao of the Western Sea had intervened once more.
As the pseudo-immortal realm’s Heavenly Dao, its majestic might shattered the spatial lockdown in an instant, locking onto the two-star Chen Yi avatar with overwhelming pressure.
Seeing this, the God of Light—now free to move—felt his confidence return.
So what if you’re strong?
This is MY domain!
With the Heavenly Dao aiding me, the full weight of this world bears down upon you—can you withstand THAT?!
Chen Yi merely chuckled. "You think a mere pseudo-immortal realm’s Heavenly Dao can stop me? Let the heavenly tribulation come!"
He didn’t even spare it a glance.
"Damnable Outer Demon, you—"
The God of Light roared in fury, but before he could finish his threat, an even more terrifying presence descended upon him!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
